[Fortunately, it doesn't come to that. The moment the sheer desperation and demand put behind his name hits his ears, Regis finally forces himself to breathe again. It's a deep, shuddering, almost painful breath, but it is a breath. He shakes his head and closes his eyes tightly as if that might drive away the scene he's just witnessed. It's not darkness that greets him, though, but echos of magic, pain, and blood, causing him to open his eyes again just as quickly as he'd closed them. Needing to focus on anything but the vision, Regis seeks out and locks his gaze on Nyx's worried silver-blue eyes.
When he finally manages to find his voice again, Regis almost asks if that is how it happened, but as quickly as the question comes to him, the answer also comes to him. Deep inside, perhaps in the part of himself still connected to their home, Regis knows that at least to the point he was toppled to the ground, that is exactly how it happened. He doesn't need Nyx to confirm it for him. The Glaive's reaction is far more than enough for that, especially in combination with that certainty deep within himself.
No, with that question answered, there is only one other question he can think to ask. One that tears at heart and drives guilt and regret into his voice.]
I told you to go!
[The fingers of his empty right hand come up to curl around Nyx's wrist, holding it almost painfully tight.]
Why? Why did you force yourselves to witness that? There was no need!
Yes, yes I did. *sobs*
When he finally manages to find his voice again, Regis almost asks if that is how it happened, but as quickly as the question comes to him, the answer also comes to him. Deep inside, perhaps in the part of himself still connected to their home, Regis knows that at least to the point he was toppled to the ground, that is exactly how it happened. He doesn't need Nyx to confirm it for him. The Glaive's reaction is far more than enough for that, especially in combination with that certainty deep within himself.
No, with that question answered, there is only one other question he can think to ask. One that tears at heart and drives guilt and regret into his voice.]
I told you to go!
[The fingers of his empty right hand come up to curl around Nyx's wrist, holding it almost painfully tight.]
Why? Why did you force yourselves to witness that? There was no need!